It's 2:17am and I'm still awake. The ceiling fan is spinning above me, making that soft whirring sound that somehow feels louder when you're trying to sleep. I've counted the blades three times already. Four. I keep losing track.
My phone is on the nightstand, screen dark. I know if I pick it up, I'll scroll through nothing until my eyes hurt. So I leave it there. The room is dark except for the little green light on the smoke detector. That tiny dot feels like it's watching me.
I wonder if everyone feels this small sometimes. Like the world is moving on without them while they just lie here. The fan keeps spinning. The green light stays on. Nothing changes.